Nothing Screams Big Dick Energy Like Beautiful Androgyny

When you both survive to 1987, and your boyfriend takes you to see the hottest new rock act in town. Then feels jealous because his other half is crushing on the guitarist HARD.

‘That better be a packet of lifesavers in your pocket, Munson.’

‘I admit nothing.’

The Love Triangle from Hell - Series Masterlist

Steve Harrington x F!Reader / Eddie Munson x F!Reader

Synopsis: Nancy is with Jonathan; Steve is still in love with Nancy; You're in love with Steve; Eddie's in love with you; Robin just wanted to have a movie night but everyone is making it weird.

Warnings: messy messy feelings; unrequited love; cursing; arguments; crying; angst angst angsty angst; drinking; Robin literally just trying to live her life but her friends are all idiots

This series with be 18+ in later chapters MINORS DNI

PART ONE

PART TWO

PART THREE

PART FOUR (18+)

PART FIVE

ALTERNATIVE ENDING (18+) - coming soon

BONUS CONTENT:

Electric Touch (1)(2)(3) - coming soon

Hot & Heavy - coming soon

Brando - coming soon

Foolish One - coming soon

This just made my day omg it's so cute 💛🦐

Dog Days (TASM!Peter Parker x Reader)

Summary: You might have been ever so slightly perturbed about Peter seeing you in your underwear if he wasn’t sporting a large cut along his jawline; one that looked achingly fresh.

“Did you shave with a machete this morning?” You asked, stepping out of the doorway and making room for him to enter.

“A scythe, actually,” Peter deadpanned.

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A/N: Andrew Garfield!Spiderman; friends to lovers; heated make-out; cursing; minor injury; mutual pining; possible part 1 of 2? characters are in college & of age.

It was hot. That sticky kind of hot that clung to you and made you feel like tearing your skin off. That makes the sweat pool at the nape of your neck until it slides in a cold streak down the curve of your spine. The New York air was shimmering, alive with exhaust fumes and the output of overworked air conditioning units of every apartment on your block—except for yours. The dumbass thing had broken overnight and when you woke up at five a.m., damp and uncomfortable, you’d called your best friend knowing he’d make a quick fix of it.

But you’d gotten his voicemail, unsurprising given that he’d never been a morning person. Since you’d met him three years ago at freshman orientation, Peter Parker had perfectly offset you in every way. Where he could stay in bed until noon, you were decidedly not a night owl, often cosy in your pyjamas by ten p.m. Peter had a sharp wit and loved to tease, and though his wit brought out a sharp tongue you’d never known you had, you were infinitely shyer than he was. He was perpetually late to everything from the Christmas dinner you’d invited him to at your parents’ home to your final exam for Organic Chemistry—which he’d passed with flying colours—whereas you were punctual to a fault. And perhaps most significantly, you’d never known heartbreak in your life, never had the opportunity because you’d never given anyone your heart to begin with. Peter’s heart, you knew, had endured the worst kind of break. Though he only spoke of her sometimes, you knew his high school girlfriend had died tragically and each year you went with him to visit her resting place, holding his hand and running your thumb over his knuckles as gently as you could. The depths of that pain, written on his face and in his body language whenever he spoke of Gwen, made you steel yourself against love, afraid to give yourself to anyone in case you left them broken and alone.

There was a flaw in your plan to avoid love forever though, and that was Peter himself. As much as you’d tried to swallow them, shut them up in the deepest pits of your soul, bury them where they’d never see the light of day, your feelings for him had only grown in the last three years. At first it was a little thrill each time his eyes met yours, a tingle on your skin when his fingers grazed your own while you shared a carton of fries at a Yankees game. That had grown, exploded really, into a brilliant whirl of colours every time you heard his voice—a sort of love-induced synesthesia that turned Peter’s laughter yellow and his whispers soft purple and his calling your name the deepest, richest scarlet.

You’d fallen desperately in love with your best friend and you were resolutely not going to do anything about it, thank you very much.

“Y/N!” There was a knock at the door of your cramped apartment that drew you out of your crossword puzzle—stuck, as you were, on 18-Down. “It’s Peter!”

You’d barely heard the knock over the sound of Eminem in your headphones, but there was no mistaking Peter’s voice. You were at the door, earbuds abandoned on the coffee table, pulling it open before you remembered that you’d traded in your baggy David Bowie tee and jean shorts for a barely-there camisole and blue panties of the lightest cotton. You might have been ever so slightly perturbed about Peter seeing you in your underwear if he wasn’t sporting a large cut along his jawline; one that looked achingly fresh.

“Did you shave with a machete this morning?” You asked, stepping out of the doorway and making room for him to enter.

“A scythe, actually,” Peter deadpanned. If only you’d known he was being entirely serious—his neck having had a near miss with some villain’s techno-reproduction of a classic medieval weapon only hours ago. “It’s hot as hell in here, Y/N. Are you trying to get me naked?”

Your cheeks flushed and you made quick work of rolling your eyes as dramatically as possible, trying to distract Peter from the change of colour in your face. He was an expert at changing the subject, so much so that you’d long since given up trying to get him to talk about anything he didn’t want to, such as why he was chronically late or where he’d disappeared to that night you had tickets for the Rangers playoff game, or how he managed to find time to workout with his ridiculous school schedule and familial duties because god damn, his arms—you stopped yourself from letting that thought full form, knowing it would send you down a rabbit hole.

“Don’t think I’m not keeping a tally of every time you dodge my questions,” you muttered, moving to the refrigerator and opening it briefly to let some cool air out on your heated chest. The emptiness of the shelves reminded you that you really needed to get groceries because ramen noodles, eggs, and the rapidly decaying bananas on the counter would not keep you alive forever. “And didn’t you get my voicemail?”

“No,” Peter shrugged, “I saw you left me one but thought I’d just swing by.” A small smirk tugged at the corners of his lips, though you couldn’t for the life of you figure out what the joke was.

“Well, the AC is broken,” you informed him, straightened up and facing him where he stood in your living room, his tall and lean frame a familiar sight there alongside the stacks of textbooks and novels, the record player, and the pile of throw pillows you couldn’t stop collecting. For a long moment, Peter stared at you, his head tilted slightly to the side as if he was just now seeing you since coming in. You felt much more naked than you actually were under his stare and shifted your weight from one leg to the other, your hand coming to tug down at the hem of your camisole. Peter had seen you nearly nude before, but this felt—different. Maybe it was the heat, or maybe it was the unfamiliar expression that flashed across his eyes. Either way, it had you squeezing your legs together as subtly as possible. If Peter noticed, he didn’t let on.

“That explains the outfit,” he grinned, tone light, though you noticed the way his Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat as he swallowed hard.

“It was hardly my first choice,” you shot back, “But anyways, now that you’re here do you think you could fix it?”

“This feels like the start of a por—”

“Don’t say it, Parker,” you cut him off with a warning glare, eyes wide. Peter only laughed, though stopped almost immediately, favouring his jaw. Already it looked like the gash was healing and you wondered where he’d gotten it from—it reminded you, oddly, of the ankle he’d “sprained” while showing you a skateboarding trick last summer. You would swear up and down, on every holy text that existed, that you’d seen his bone popping out of his skin. But the next day he’d been absolutely fine and you were certain that the limp he’d had for a week was half-faked.

“Y/N? Are you alive in there?” Peter’s amused voice drew you from your reverie and you nodded, running your fingers through your hair to get it out of your face.

“Alive and well,” you reported, “So you think you can fix it?”

***

As it turned out, Peter could fix the AC unit, but he’d need to pick up a part at the hardware store down the street. While he examined the ancient device mounted on your bedroom wall, you sat perched on your bed, silky pink blankets long since tossed to the floor, watching him with interest, noticing everything about the way his hands moved carefully over the shabby metal, the way his brow furrowed when he peeked inside the unit, and the way his eyes crinkled when he announced that it wouldn’t be an issue to repair.

For his part, Peter knew your eyes were on him—he wouldn’t go so far as to call it Spidey-sense, he just knew you and he’d had an inkling of the feelings you harboured for him for quite some time, though that part probably was Spidey-sense. It wasn’t that he didn’t feel the same way, because god knows he did, but he was terrified to let himself fall in love again; beyond hesitant to ever let anyone get hurt again because of him. But then there was the way you looked at him, your eyes sparkling with delight when he made a stupid joke. And the way you said his name, like it was a magic spell wrapping itself up inside him and making him forget everything other than your voice. Yes, he loved you—more deeply than he’d thought he’d ever love again—but he was afraid to be in love with you.

When he delivered the happy news that he’d be able to get cool air back into your apartment, he felt his heart swell at the look of relief on your face.

“You’re my hero, Pete,” you said earnestly, “Really and truly.”

You had no idea.

“Yeah,” he said lightly, “I’m the best.” He saw the pillow coming at him even before it fully left your hands and dodged it in a swift, graceful motion.

“That’s not very nice,” Peter grinned wolfishly at you and your heart fluttered, “Here I am helping you out like a dear old gentleman and you throw things at me.” With another two quick, almost instantaneous steps, he was at your bedside, his hands coming down to your ribcage, fingers curling in as he began to tickle you mercilessly. You couldn’t do much more than squeal, kicking gently to get him off of you, whining his name as you begged him to stop.

“Peter!” you cried out, “It’s too hot for this!” There were tears in your eyes, threatening to spill down your cheeks and your bottom lip was swollen from where you were biting it to try to keep control of your laughter. Looking down at you, Peter knew he was finished, absolutely doomed, to fall into the warm and beautiful void that was loving you.

His fingers paused their attack and you both seemed to take stock of the position you found yourself in; you, flat on your back in bed, hair a dishevelled mess haloed out over your head; him, legs spread so that they were straddling your hips, his arms on either side of your body, lean muscles holding him up.

“Pete—” you whispered, eyes fluttering down to where your bodies met, lashes wet with unshed tears.

He blinked once, twice, three times, a pregnant pause in the hot air before his brain supplied the two words he’d been wanting to hear, giving him permission to plunge forward. Fuck it.

“Y/N,” he licked his lips, “You—” his fingers moved from your ribs to the edge of your camisole, thumbing across its stitching, “You’re so beautiful.”

Your breath hitched in your throat and your eyes shot up to his, pupils dilated. Your lips twitched, uncertain. “Don’t do this,” you sighed, all the while your own hands moved as if of their own accord, coming to rub up and down his arms, caressing lightly over the rippling muscle.

“Do what?” he asked, hand pausing in its movement to slip under your shirt. He withdrew it immediately, hoping he’d not grossly misread the situation.

“Don’t start something with me that you won’t finish,” your voice was barely there, “I—” You couldn’t bring yourself to say it, couldn’t utter those little words out loud, but you knew Peter understood. You could tell from the way he settled down closer to you, his lips running feather-light kisses along your collarbone, the way he brushed the lightly calloused pad of his thumb over your eyes.

“Y/N, I feel like I was finished the moment I met you,” he said, “And now I’d really like to give you a proper kiss, if you don’t mind.”

“Hopefully you’re as good at kissing as you are at running that mouth, Par—”

The words couldn’t finish leaving your lips because Peter’s shut them right back into your mouth. He kissed you gently at first, then ran his tongue along your lips, asking entrance which you granted easily enough. Your kiss went on for what felt like years, each of you learning the other with care and attention. His hands explored your body freely, eliciting small moans of approval that led him along a path he was memorizing and then his lips were navigating that same path, kissing and nipping at your shoulders, your clavicle, your navel, between your breasts at the edge of your shirt.

You were on fire as your hands tangled into his soft brown hair, nails gently massaging into his scalp. You knew, from the vibrations on his lips, that he liked the sensation and filed that information away for a later date.

Once he’d kissed all the way down to your ankles, Peter flopped onto the mattress beside you, watching as your chest heaved with pleasure.

“It feels even hotter in here than before,” he smirked, “I should go grab that part, yeah?”

You swatted at him, laughter on your lips. “You’re the worst, Peter Parker.”

He caught your hand in mid-air, wrapping his fingers around yours and gently squeezing your palm—once, twice, three times. Three squeezes for three little words that neither of you were ready to say yet, but that you would willingly show each other.

“I’m serious,” Peter said, “I’ll grab the part and a pizza and we can hang out, even though I’m the worst.”

You rolled your eyes again, still trying to steady your heart rate. “Like I said, my hero. How can I ever repay you?” For good measure, you placed the back of your hand against your forehead, faking a swoon.

Peter only looked at you with fire in his eyes. “I can think of a few ways.”

He was out of the room before you could throw another pillow at him. Shame.

what i want to say: fight club is about the hurt so many men feel and the toxic masculinity that doesnt let them heal. they dont know how. they want to cry but the only time where theyre allowed to is when people think theyre on their deathbeds. so they turn all their hurt and anger and pain outwards. its about knowing that the world is fucked up but not knowing how to fix it. and instead of figuring out how to heal it they decide to destroy it and start over again. an option that seems so appealing to them, to burn it all and rise from the ashes like a strong and powerful phoenix. but none of them are learning how to build, theyre just learning how to destroy. its about the dangers of cults, how all these men who grew up with shitty fathers and ripped up and shitted on dreams see tyler who seems to be the peak of everything. hes strong hes smart hes charismatic and he seems to understand their struggles so it makes sense them to follow him and to carry out his work. it gives their lives new meaning, such is the appeal of any cult, and the leader is so persuasive that hes convinced actual real life people outside of the book and movie to believe him. to look past the satire and to want to be him. its about obsession. its about wanting. its about how modern day society and especially capitalism and consumerism is fucked up and spoiling and corrupting humanity but the way to fix it isnt by an attack as so many men want to believe. you cant just take sledgehammers to the machine without all the people already in the system suffering. these men dont care if there are casualties they want the world to be plunged into a new dark age they want a new flood so they can start it all over but thats not. the. way! it backfires and the people in project mayhem get hurt and die and their loved ones get hurt and die and the main character realizes he cant stop this and whats sown must be reaped and its about men with hurt inside them not being able to deal with it not being able to sleep or cry because of a system THEY SET UP which is now backfiring ONTO THEM and instead of reconciling with their tender side they just keep fighting and keep throwing punches and HOPE that the blood and bruises will cover all the internal turmoil so they never have to face it

what i say: fight club is actually about gay sex

TXT Boyfriend Headcannons

Goth Girlfriend edition

Summary: You're into witchcraft and all things odd, the boys each have their own ways of learning more about you and more about the things you love

Warnings: none

(Just some fluffy shit I wrote because I'm tired of every fanfiction being about how normal and Karen-like (Y/N) is and I wanted to make one for people who aren't so normal 🥰)

Yeonjun

When you told him you had been getting into witchcraft, he wasn't the most surprised, but he was extremely supportive

He knew you always had an interest in that stuff, especially with the way you dressed in black and decked out with chains

He carries around your crystals in his bag whenever you forget your own

You go to crystal shops together occasionally and on one of your dates there, you bought him some crystals of his own. He didn't think anything of it, but after a while he was wondering how he felt the energy inside him reciprocating what the crystal's use was for

"Babe, what is going on why do I feel like I need a hug every two minutes?"

"Because you picked up a bunch of Rose Quartz, Yeonjunnie"

"I DON'T KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS"

He's drawn to some of your more gothic accessories and sometimes wears them himself

You trade off; you get to wear his favorite hoodie in exchange for him being able to wear your Ouija board earrings for the day

All in all, he's super supportive and likes to brag to the other members about you

"Be careful Hyuka, my girlfriend will hex you if you eat the last cupcake"

Soobin

He had found your spellbook lying on your bed, and out of curiosity he picked it up and flipped through it

Slightly freaked out

You found him sitting there reading the things you had written, and had a twenty minute conversation about how you were not a satanist

He believed you, but it took a couple tries to get him to fully accept the fact that you had picked up this new different hobby

Eventually after a couple of months go by, he starts to see why you're so interested

Loves taking you to oddities stores because of how much your eyes light up

He also loves going purely for the fact that the oddities remind him of you, and he finds comfort in the things that others consider weird

Watches scary movies with you and has to hold onto YOUR hand for comfort

Afterwards you ask him to grab you some water from downstairs and he runs to get through the dark

You laugh at him which makes him pout

"Awww baby, come here, I won't let anything hurt you"

You burn sage and teach him basic means of protection with witchcraft

He feels MUCH safer after as you hold him in your arms and give him the best snuggles

Beomgyu

Let's be honest, he doesn't care

He thinks the way you dress is hot and he's madly in love with you, so even if he's a skeptic he still shows his appreciation for his s/o

You show him your stuff and you're usually met with the response of "yeah" and "uh-huh"

That's okay with you though, he gives you space to do your practices and allows you to surround your shared space with candles and crystals

He had been gone the entire day working on new choreography when he finally comes home and smells something AMAZING

Seriously, he doesn't know what to do with himself he just kinda stands in the doorway taking in the scent

He finds you burning incense and is overwhelmed with how relaxing the scent is and how relaxed you are

"Woah what the fuck smells so good?"

"Patchouli"

"Burn more of it"

You guys go to a spiritual store the next day to pick up more and you allow Beomgyu to wander around and smell all the incense

He picks out Vanilla and Dragon Blood, which you buy for him as well as an incense holder

He takes it to practice with him, and soon all the boys are begging you to pick him up and take him home

But Beomgyu is happy and you're happy so that's what matters

Taehyun

This boy loves EVERYTHING YOU DO

So when he finds out about your new hobby, he shows more excitement about it than you do

"Oh my goodness my baby is gonna learn how to do weird voodoo magic and become a real-life witch like Harry Potter!!"

This makes you laugh and you explain to him that it's not the exact same thing

He gets a little sad at your response, but he's still so excited and supportive

He takes you out on picnics in areas where you'll be able to collect roots and leaves for spells and protection

He gets so excited

"Darling is this something that you use?"

"No, Tae Tae that's a rock"

"I knew that"

He eventually does find something that is useful to you and you hype him up

"Awwwww baby good job!!"

Tries to hide his growing smile

He loves the way you dress

Like- really loves it

He sees all the girls who work at the Hybe building and he doesn't understand how he could have ever found them interesting at one point

Loves it when you go places and you walk into the room decked out in chokers and corsets and eyeliner running down your face

He makes sure to let people know that this badass person belongs to him and him only

Your looks have led to the occasional trouble of someone trying to put you down or belittle you

Taehyun gets ready to defend you, only to find out that his goth girl is perfectly capable of handling herself

Watches you turn to said person and flip them off while that smile he loves so much is plastered across your face

Hueningkai

HE LOVES HAVING A GOTH GIRLFRIEND SO MUCH

He knew you were studying witchcraft before you had started going out, to be honest it only attracted him to you more

He was always into PDA, but refrained from doing so because of the members making fun of him, but when they tried you flipped off Yeonjun and he gave up

The members don't mess with their Hyuka about it anymore and Yeonjun became best friends with you- he loved your spite

KISSES YOU IN PUBLIC WITH EVERY CHANCE HE GETS NOW

He loves your black hair that has a way of going all over the place whenever you're frazzled

So much so that he convinces you to dye his hair black too and you decide to pick up some blue as well

Everyone was surprised to see their Hyuka in a black leather jacket sporting black and blue hair that matched yours

Hueningkai loves the way you do your makeup too and he asks you to teach him

You guys have eyeliner parties while you burn some of your candles and incense, both of you relaxed and happy covered in little black smudges all over your faces

Making out with Hyuka while listening to metal music and studying spells is one of your favorite activities

It always ends with you never getting far in your research and him with black lipstick all over his face which he doesn't wipe off when he's around his Hyungs

"(Y/N) really got stuff all over your face, huh? What would MOA think if they could see you now?"

"Shut up Beomgyu you're just jealous 🥺😖"

Beomgyu finds it really funny when Hyuka gets flustered since Hyuka was the one who usually teased the other members

When the boys visit your shared space with Huening, they're surprised to find talismans and crystals surrounding the apartment and pictures of the two of you in every corner

Hyuka sees you and Yeonjun hanging out on the couch while the other members play Mario kart and he wouldn't admit it to you, but he was a bit jealous

Loves taking you places with him, no one ever messes with the two of you and you have a habit of being overprotective of your 6'1 boyfriend

Y'all are a power couple and you share your love for witchcraft; he learns quickly and finds more time to spend with the person he loves most

Bones And All

Lee:

Passenger: Lee would follow you to the ends of the earth. A night he thought he was showing you just how much he loves you has to be reevaluated when he understands the pain you've been put through in the past.

(Romance/Smut/Fluff)

It downed on me during that scene when Steve realizes something's off about Max and runs up the hill that he has probably been the most reliable grown up male figure in Max's entire life. Let that sink in.

He's always watching over and being stern with her because he knows she can be even more reckless than the rest, since limits haven't been properly taught to her by adults. She has had to be the adult of her house and has forgotten how to be a carefree kid. But Steve is all "Nh-huh, no, you stay put kid." (Exactly as he does with Dustin.) Which is probably why when she stares at Steve for me is a sign that she has come to admire him/trust him as a reliable "adult". (He isn't an adult either but you guys get what I mean.)

Then there's Dustin, you can see how much he trusts Steve not only because of how he always goes to him for help or how he blatantly talks to him as if Steve had his age (when you feel comfortable around someone you totally forget age differences) but also when Steve dives in to the lake, Dustin doesn't panic. He gets worried, yes, but doesn't panic and says "Come on Steve", trusting that he'll resurface.

And Lucas! When Steve ran towards Max he didn't follow him, and we know Lucas cares a whole lot about Max, but still trusted Steve to check on her.

Who else has come to trust Steve? Robin, Nancy and Eddie, obviously. You can see it in how they let him dive in without arguing and even more when they're in the Upside Down. There's a moment when the second round of demobats appears that Robin and Eddie rush to get behind Steve and then there's a shot of the 3 of them slightly behind Steve. They trust Steve with their safety.

All of them trust Steve with their safety.

Let that sink in too.

HARRY POTTER

Draco Malfoy:

Nightcall: You and Draco enjoy bending and breaking the rules when it means you get to see each other. Sometimes, all you need is a night shared between the two of you to run through the halls of Hogwarts.

(Romance/Slight crack/Fluff)

a dilf is not a dilf if he’s shitty to his children

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

This is so cute!! There's something about fluffy loving Moon-jo that's just as admirable as his deranged killer state. I'm so whipped for him 🥹💖

💛🦐

Hi!! Can I request a suggestive Seo Moon Jo imagine? In which his girlfriend demands a massage from him(after a hectic day) and it leads to something else. Thanks!

Sure! This is my first request for SFH so I’ll see how I’ll do ❤

De-Stress | Seo Moonjo

{Strangers From Hell Masterlist}

Summary: You’ve had a bad day at work and wish for nothing more than a comforting night with your boyfriend Moonjo, but things take a turn

Warnings: fluff, fluff, fluff and suggestive themes

Word Count: 3.3k

*reader is female

The scowl painted on your face hadn’t left your features since you had left work at 9:00 pm. It felt like the cold night air was basically freezing it into your expression, as well as bringing the hairs on your arms to stand. The broken zipper on the back of your shirt also didn’t do much to help your already sour mood. You had managed to get it caught on the edge of a curtain and needed to rip it off before your manager noticed, breaking it in the process. Luckily though, your coworker found a spare pin in their desk draw for you to pin your shirt back with. It really wasn’t your best day.

You opened your eyes and saw the bland old ceiling of the train, chipping paint and rusting metal with the echoing voice of the intercom announcing the next stop practically deafening your half-asleep form. With the shake of your head, you decided perhaps napping on the train wasn’t the best idea, especially since it was very quiet and you were a woman travelling home by herself. No one else was around you, besides an elderly man who had rested himself further up the carriage.

A heavy sigh left your lungs and you ran a stressed hand through your hair, scratching your scalp and attempting to rid of the headache developing in your brain. The regret of telling your manager that you had not finished the work that was due today was setting in, as he decided to give you a good grilling about the importance of efficiency in the workplace and all that bullshit. Everything that man said went in one ear and out the other.

The vibration of your phone brought your attention from the train tunnel walls to your bag, causing you to dig around your belongings to find it. The screen lit up with your boyfriend’s name and a text underneath.

“Are you almost home? I bought ice cream for you.”

You smiled at his generosity. He seemed to always think of you where ever he went, never failing to bring something back home for you whenever he went out.

“Yeah. Had to sort something out and catch a later train but I’ll be home around 9:45.”

You pressed send and watched the typing bubbles pop up, becoming a simple “Ok. Don’t talk to anyone.”

Typing back a simple “Ok xxx”, you locked your phone screen and place it in your back pocket. The tiredness in your eyes stung as you rubbed at them, as well as the sharp pain in the top of your shoulders. Maybe lifting so much heavy stuff at work wasn’t the best idea. A few of your coworkers were away for the day, so you had to volunteer to carry the huge boxes of supplies all the way to the office from the delivery lot.

You weren’t too bothered though. Knowing you could go home to a boyfriend like Moonjo who’s willing to take care of you was always reassuring when you hadn’t had the best day.

Your eyes brightened when the name of your station displayed on the small screen near the sliding doors. You stood up from your seat and slung your bag over your shoulders before standing in front of the door, waiting for it to be opened.

When they finally did, you stepped over the small gap between the train and the station before immediately heading up the old stairs towards the ground level. You were eager to get home to Moonjo and just relax with him on the comfy couch and ask him how his day was at the dentist.

**********************

The streets seemed quieter than usual, with only the beep of a car horn and the meow of a stray cat every once in a while. It kept you on edge, holding your phone in your hand tightly and watching wear you stepped. You were almost at your and Moonjo’s apartment block anyway, so you weren’t too worried.

When you finally approached the large brick building, you quickly pushed yourself through the entrance and climbed the stairs to your floor, desperate to finally get some rest and quiet after your shitty day at work.

You unlocked the door to your apartment and clambered inside. Closing the door behind you, you removed the black boots from your feet, being happy to finally walk without pain in your heel. You added them to the growing pile of you and Moonjo’s shoes near the front door and continued walking inside.

“Moonjo!” you called out while placing your work bag on the small dining table. You waited a moment before the pair of footsteps neared the lounge area, making you chuckle slightly at his excitement at your return.

When you saw him round the corner from your shared room, his face expressed his usual sly smirk. He wore his black slacks and a long sleeve black shirt, midnight hair dishevelled. He sauntered towards you and held his long arms out, inviting you in for a loving hug.

“Hi honey,” he said in a sickly sweet tone as you launched yourself towards the tall man’s chest. He held you in a tight embrace, face tucked into the top of your head and pressing you into his torso further, trying to feel your warmth after being separated from you all day.

He pressed his lips against your hair in a small kiss while stroking his hands along your back slowly, earning a calming hum from your exhausted body.

“How was your day sweetheart?” he questioned, pulling away and cupping your face in his warm hands to make you look at him. Your tired eyes and flushed cheeks made his heart ache, giving him the urge to squish them.

You let out a rough sigh, pulling from his hands on your face and rubbing your own along your eyes in annoyance at the mention of the kind of day you had.

Moonjo ran a soft hand through the top of your hair and cupped your cheek once again, bringing his face that held a concerned expression closer to yours. “What’s wrong? Did something happen today?”

You shook your head in annoyance and dropped your head forward so your face was rested against his chest, making him chuckle at your childish behaviour. He weaved his slender fingers through your hair and scratched at your scalp to calm you.

“I had such a shitty day,” you mumbled out against the fabric of his shirt. “I don’t even really want to talk about it. It was just that awful.”

Moonjo sighed heavily and brought you back to face him by pushing on your shoulders. You glanced up at the restful man while pouting your lips in annoyance. He let out a slight giggle at your cute face, leaning down and placing his lips against your pouted ones in a long-awaited kiss. Your hands moved from your side to the back of his neck, linking them around and turning your head to deepen the kiss. But before you could go any further, Moonjo pulled away, causing you to complain.

He smiled at your whining and gave you a loving smooch on your forehead to make up for it. “Do you want me to make you a cup of tea?” he asked.

Your eyes lit up at his suggestion. “Yes please,” you smiled and leant forward to place a gentle kiss against the fabric of his shirt as a thank you. His heart swelled at the small action.

“But before you do,” you stopped him before he pulled away. “Tell me how your day was.”

Moonjo shook his head, causing his black locks to bounce. “Don’t worry about it. I’m going to focus on you since you obviously had a bad day. I want to make it good again by taking care of you.”

With a quick peck to your nose, he slipped from your arms around his neck and removed himself from your shared embrace, moving towards the kitchen to start the kettle.

You followed him into the kitchen and watched him as he strolled about, being entertained just by watching him go about his usual habits. You admired his evening appearance. Hair ungroomed after a day of working in the dentist, his usual doe eyes darkened from tiredness and the comfy clothing hanging off his figure. The mere domestic sight of him brought butterflies to your stomach, and his veiny slim hands wiping the cloth over the bench in front of you to clean it didn’t help your growing neediness for them to be on you.

His face in front of yours caught your attention and he smirked at you being caught staring. “Like what you see?” he asked with a mischievous tone to his voice. You felt yourself become flushed as you nodded. “Maybe I do,” you smirked, looking away and trying to act like his closeness doesn’t affect you.

Even after years of dating, you and Moonjo seemed to always know how to make each other flustered over the smallest things.

“Oh wait!” he suddenly exclaimed while moving to the fridge. “I got you ice cream.”

You watched as he brought out a tub of your favourite flavour of ice cream that he seemed to get a bit too often for it to be healthy for the both of you.

“I’ll grab some for us to share after I make your tea.” Just as he said that the kettle dinged loudly signalling it had finished boiling.

“It’s fine, I’ll do it,” you reassured and moved to grab some bowls from the cupboard. Moonjo smiled and went back to pouring the water into a mug for you.

As you were trying to scoop the ice cream from the small tub, struggling due to how hard the top layer had become, Moonjo finished making your tea and stumbled over to you, wrapping his lanky arms around your torso and enveloping back with his chest.

He let out a slight chuckle in your ear and you felt the warmth of his breath against your skin, making the hairs on the back of your neck stand up at the feeling. “You need some help?” he whispered as he snuggled his face into the crook of your neck, giving the sensitive skin there a small playful nip with his teeth. You swore you almost jumped at the feeling. Why was he being so clingy tonight?

“No it’s fine,” you assured him, trying to continue your task with him basically glued to you. The small tired groans and whines he was letting out weren’t helping your situation as he continued to nuzzle his face into your skin, making your eyes widen and your heart beat faster.

“You smell nice,” he mumbled out as he breathed in your scent. “Have you been using a new body wash?”

You nodded, finally finishing scooping the dessert into the bowl. “I bought a new one the other day and I’ve been using it a lot.”

Moonjo nodded and pressed his lips against the skin just below your ear before resting his chin on the top of your head. “I’ve noticed.”

You let out a slight sigh at his affection and pushed your shoulders back against him to give him the message to move. He removed his hands from your body and gave you space as you made your way to the lounge room with your bowl of desserts in your hand.

You sat down on the couch and placed the bowls on the coffee table in front of you before grabbing a soft blanket from the pile at the end of the couch to cover yourself with.

Moonjo made his way over, face growing soft at the sight of you buried under the blankets and placed your tea in front of you. You thanked him and turned the tv on as he collapsed down next to you. He lifted your blanket to pull himself underneath too but he froze when he saw you were still wearing your work clothes.

“Baby, what are you doing? Get into some comfier clothes,” he said as he fiddled with the hem of your shirt, encouraging you to take it off. You rested your head against the back of the couch and let out a loud groan of annoyance. “I’m too tired to move again!” you whined while bringing the blanket over your face to hide.

Moonjo grinned fondly at your attitude as he shuffled closer to you under the blanket and pinched your sides, causing you to yelp in surprise and flinch away from his hands.

“You’re so cute,” he whispered, pulling the blanket off your face and squishing his nose into your cheek, making you gush as his compliment.

“Fine,” he said after a moment. You watched as he leant back from you and pulled on the back of his shirt to bring it over his head. The sight of his messy black hair and bare chest seemed so ethereal and gorgeous to you, despite the number of times you had seen it before.

You couldn’t help but stare at him, admiring his smooth skin and scars that littered his chest. Every feature on him seemed to bring nothing but more beauty in your eyes.

“Honey, you’re staring again,” he laughed as he threw his black shirt at you in embarrassment. You snapped from your daze and gave him a lazy smile. “You’re just so pretty,” you cooed, running a soft hand through his fluffy locks.

He smirked and gestured towards his shirt that he threw into your lap. “Take your work clothes off and put it on. It’ll be comfier.”

You sat up straight and removed your work shirt and pants whilst giving Moonjo the side-eye for glancing a bit too long at you.

“What?” he laughed when you called him out playfully for it. “Nothing I haven’t seen.” You smacked his shoulder at the suggestive remark, making him grin cheekily.

When you had discarded your work clothes on the carpet next to the couch and pulled Moonjo’s shirt that was way too big for you, you hoisted the blanket back over your bare legs and leant forward to grab your tea, taking a big sip.

“Good?” Moonjo questioned as he watched you drink it. You nodded and smiled at him before putting it back on the table.

Moonjo shuffled closer to you and encouraged you to lay your head against his shoulder by pulling your arm, which you accepted. He rested his head on top of yours and let out a huge yawn, turning towards the tv to watch whatever show was displaying. He kept a tight embrace on your waist and ran a soft hand up and down your arm, pinching the skin slightly.

After a few moments, the pain from earlier on the train began to work up again. Your shoulders began to ache and you groaned in pain, leaning off Moonjo and massaging the muscles of your right shoulder in your hand. Moonjo frowned at your action.

“You okay baby?” he asked in a worried tone, sitting up and placing his palm on your sore collarbones. You nodded. “It’s fine,” you reassured. “I just had to lift a lot of heavy stuff at work and I think I pulled a few muscles in my upper back.”

Moonjo continued to run his hands along the broad of your back, pressing on the skin through the fabric of his shirt. Just as he did, you thought of an idea.

“Baby,” you cooed out in a cute tone, hoping it will convince him further to do what you wanted. “Can you give me a shoulder massage?”

Moonjo’s eyes lit up at your suggestion, being happy that he’s able to take care of you. “Of course,” he said happily. “Sit in front of me so I can do it.”

You waited until he spread his legs further enough for you to fit between then made yourself comfortable, leaning forward slightly so he can easily rub his hands along your shoulder’s without difficulty.

As you watched the classic reality tv show displaying on the tv screen in front of you, Moonjo started to feel along the muscles of your shoulders before pressing his thumb into your skin roughly, causing you to let out a satisfied groan. He froze at the sound you made, but snapped out of it quickly and kept rubbing the tight muscles under your skin.

Simply just seeing how his shirt hung on your torso made him feel all warm and fuzzy inside. For most of the day, he wasn’t able to get you out of his head. At the dentist, there were times he had to snap himself out of thinking of you in a daze.

It hadn’t even been that long since you had slept together. He didn’t want to come across as annoying or needy, especially after you had had a hard day. So he kept it to himself.

But with you sitting in his lap, nothing but underwear and his shirt on, he could feel himself giving away to his desires slightly.

He brought his hand from your shoulder to the hem of his shirt that snugged your skin perfectly and peeked his fingers underneath the fabric slightly, testing the waters. When you didn’t say anything, he kept going and continued to press his warm palm against your lower back. He brought his other hand down to follow the other.

When he heard you hum in content at the feeling of his hands on your bare skin, he leant himself forward and pressed his lips against the nape of your neck, breathing heavily on your skin and wrapping his arms around your middle under his shirt.

“Babe,” you breathed out, turning your head slightly to face him. Moonjo hummed in acknowledgement, keeping his face buried against your back and taking in the smell of your body wash.

“Are you okay?” you asked, turning your torso to look at Moonjo’s face. Only when you did, he chased your lips and brought you into a passionate kiss. He brought one of his hands from your back to your face, stroking his thumb along your cheek.

When you pulled away, Moonjo followed your lips, making you laugh. When he couldn’t reach them, he moved his mouth to your neck and continued to kiss and bite softly along your skin, making you shiver slightly.

“You’ve been needy this evening.” you teased, leaning your head against his lovingly. Moonjo pulled away from your neck and leaned his forehead against yours while smirking slightly. “I’ve just missed you,” he stated, giving you a quick peck on the lips.

You chuckled at his obvious lying. “I’m sure that’s just it,” you teased further.

Moonjo giggled and rubbed his nose against yours playfully. Continuing to rub his hands across your bare back, he tucked his face into your shoulder and groaned.

“What’s wrong?” you questioned, raising your eyebrows and eyeing him. Moonjo lifted his head and gave you a deadpan face, making you laugh at his obvious irritation.

“You know what’s wrong,” he stated as he pulled your back against his chest tighter.

“I thought you were tired,” you asked, raising an eyebrow at him. Moonjo sighed.

“I was, but you have to understand that having you sit on my lap in nothing but my shirt makes me wide awake somehow,” he reasoned in a mischievous voice, making you smack his chest slightly in embarrassment.

Moonjo then picked you up from his lap by your waist suddenly, making you yelp in surprise as he pushed you so you laid down on the couch, not taking even one second to be hovering over you. You looked up at him with a fond smile, bringing a hand up and tracing a large scar that travelled across his chest with a soft finger. He closed his eyes at the sensation and dropped his head so it was leaning against your collarbones and left a few kisses along your skin.

“You’re so pretty,” he whispered, slowly lifting the hem of his shirt from your body. You smiled at his compliment as you ran a hand through his jet-black hair, earning a soft sigh from him. “You too.”

Author’s Note: obviously Moonjo’s quite out of character since this doesn’t involve the whole Eden Studio situation, but in future fics I’ll make sure I’ll make him more true to the real character